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𝔹𝕣𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕖𝕔𝕖𝕤, ℝ𝕪𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟 𝕊𝕦𝕜𝕦𝕟𝕒 11

↳ Sukuna x f! black reader

Summary: After the death of his grandfather, Sukuna Ryomen is left to shoulder the weight of his family, caring for his younger brothers, Yuuji and Choso. As he withdraws into grief, his relationship with Y/N, his girlfriend of a year, begins to crumble. When Y/N discovers the truth about his grandfather’s passing during a heated argument, it leads to a painful breakup. Now, both are navigating life apart, but Sukuna’s heart aches for Y/N. Determined to win her back, he must confront his pain and find a way to break through the walls he’s built. Can he rekindle their love, or is it too late?

contents: heavy angst, modern au, 18+, smut, dark romance, drug use, talks of depression and similar topics. (a lil )

fic warnings. ooc, profanity, mental health issues, toxic relationships, cheating, explicit smut, serious drug use, mentions of depression + more to be updated as story progresses.

Please read with proper discretion. this is a work of fiction. all characters are written to portray roles that are necessary to the plot and are in no way a reflection of their canon counterparts.

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Chapter 12: WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK AM I DOING

Y/N's POV

It’s hard to let go of someone you thought would always be a part of your life. Harder still when you remember the good times—the moments that once felt like they’d last forever, and how quickly it all unraveled.

When I walked into that hospital room, I thought I was prepared. I thought I knew what I was doing. I wanted to be there for him, to show him that I hadn’t given up. But when he told me to leave him alone, to never come back, the words hit harder than anything I’d ever felt. It wasn’t just his anger or his pain—it was the cold finality in his voice. Like he’d already made peace with the fact that I wasn’t part of his world anymore.

I should’ve left the moment he said that. But I didn’t. I stayed, trying to push through the silence that hung between us, trying to convince him that I wasn’t going anywhere, that we could work through this. I wanted to tell him that I still loved him—that I always would. But I couldn’t bring myself to say the words, not with him looking at me like I was a stranger. I didn’t belong in his world anymore, and I was starting to see that.

He wasn’t the same Sukuna I once knew. The man I loved was broken. He was drowning, and no matter how much I reached out, he was too far gone. That version of him—the one I remembered so vividly—had died with Jin. I had to accept that.

When I left that hospital room, I felt like I was leaving a part of myself behind. But I had to do it. For both of us.

I shouldn’t have gone that day. I knew it then, and I know it now. But there was no going back.

The drive home was silent. I kept my hands on the wheel, staring ahead, trying to ignore the heaviness in my chest. It felt like a lead weight, dragging me down with every mile. The tears I hadn’t allowed to fall at the hospital finally started to trickle down my face. I wasn’t crying for him anymore. I wasn’t crying for the man who had pushed me away. I was crying for the person I used to be—the one who believed that love could fix anything, that I could save him. But you can’t save someone who doesn’t want to be saved. And I realized, finally, that I couldn’t keep sacrificing myself for someone who wasn’t willing to meet me halfway.

I wiped my face with the back of my hand, trying to pull myself together. I couldn’t afford to break down now. Not when I had to be strong for me. I had to keep moving forward, even if that meant letting go of the one person I thought would always be there.

I kept telling myself it was the right thing to do, that I was doing this for both of us. But in the quiet moments, when I’m alone with my thoughts, it’s hard to believe that.

How do you let go of someone you once thought was your forever?

How do you move on when part of you will always belong to them?

I didn’t have the answers. But for now, I had to keep walking this painful road. Because, at the end of the day, I still had to save myself

I guess that’s how I found myself at Toji’s place that night. I wasn’t sure what had brought me here exactly—maybe it was the need to feel something familiar, something solid amidst the chaos. Or maybe I was just running from the aching emptiness I felt since leaving Sukuna at the hospital.

I knew Yuuji and Choso were staying at Toji’s for a bit, and part of me thought it might be a good idea to check in on them. To see how they were doing, how they were coping with everything. But as I stood outside his apartment, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I wasn’t just here for them. I was here because I didn’t know where else to go.

My hand hovered over the doorbell for a moment. I had no idea what I’d even say to Toji—what my reason for being here would be. He wasn’t exactly the type to hold a space for me in the way I needed, not like Sukuna had, or at least not in the way I had imagined Sukuna would. But I had to do something. I was so tired of feeling like I was falling apart at the seams.

I pressed the doorbell and heard footsteps approaching. Toji opened the door, looking a bit surprised to see me standing there. He didn’t say anything at first, just gave me that look of his—half amused, half assessing. I couldn’t help but feel a little out of place standing there in front of him, the weight of everything pressing on my chest.

"Hey," I finally said, the word barely escaping my lips. "Is it okay if I come in?"

Toji glanced over his shoulder, like he was considering whether to invite me in or not, but then stepped aside with a shrug. "Yeah, sure. It’s not like you’re a stranger."

I walked in, trying to keep my composure, but I could feel my hands trembling slightly. I had no idea what to expect tonight—what I was even looking for, if I’m being honest.

The living room was quiet, and I saw Yuuji and Choso sitting on the couch, both of them looking a little out of place too. Choso glanced up at me first, his expression softening just a little as he saw me. Yuuji gave me a small, forced smile, but I could tell he wasn’t really okay. None of us were.

"You okay?" Choso asked softly, his voice steady but concerned.

I nodded, though I didn’t know if I was convincing anyone, least of all myself. "Yeah, just… needed to get out of the house."

Toji came up behind me and threw himself onto the armchair, raising an eyebrow. "House? You mean Sukuna’s house?" he asked, his tone light but a little too sharp for my liking.

I stiffened at the mention of his name. "I’m fine," I repeated, but this time I wasn’t sure if I believed it.

The room fell into a tense silence. I could feel the weight of the unspoken words, the things I hadn’t said to anyone yet. My heart ached, but I didn’t know how to express it. What was there even to say? That I missed him? That I felt like I had lost a piece of myself? That nothing felt right anymore?

I crossed my arms tightly over my chest, as if it would somehow protect me from everything I couldn’t say. I wasn’t sure if I even had the energy to keep pretending everything was fine.

Yuuji broke the silence, his voice almost tentative. "You know, we’re here for you, right?" He glanced at Choso, then back at me. "Whatever you need, we’ve got you."

I looked at them both, feeling the weight of their words sink in. They were both here for me, in their own way. But it didn’t stop the emptiness I felt. It didn’t stop the ache that seemed to consume me every time I thought of Sukuna.

Toji, who had been unusually quiet, finally spoke up. His voice was gruff, but there was something softer in it that I hadn’t expected. "You can stay as long as you want, Y/N. But you’re gonna have to stop hiding from it eventually."

I nodded, though I wasn’t sure I could face the reality of what he was talking about. I didn’t know how to let go. How to walk away from someone who had been a part of my life for so long. How to let them go when part of me still believed that maybe—just maybe—he needed me to save him.

But here, in Toji’s apartment, with Yuuji and Choso beside me, I found a fleeting sense of comfort. Maybe it wasn’t the answer I was looking for, but for tonight, it was enough. I wasn’t alone.

And maybe, for the first time in a long time, that would have to be enough.

Toji ordered pizza, as usual. I couldn’t help myself, so I jokingly asked, "Is this all you guys ever eat?"

Toji shot me a look, half offended, half amused. "No," he said, holding up a slice like it was a shield. "We eat other things."

"Yeah, right," I smirked, leaning back on the couch. "Like what? Frozen dinners?"

But just as I said it, I heard a voice from the hallway. "That’s literally all you eat," Megumi chimed in, walking in with a slight frown on his face. "His big-head ass can’t cook for shit."

Choso and Yuuji bent over in laughter, and I couldn’t help but chuckle too. Megumi’s dry humor always had a way of cutting through the tension in the room.

"Hey, I cook when I want to!" Toji shot back, still holding his slice like it was a weapon. "I just don’t feel like it. Pizza’s easier, and it’s good."

I watched as Choso wiped away tears from laughing too hard, and Yuuji was practically rolling on the floor. For a moment, I forgot all the weight I had been carrying. It felt good to laugh, even if just for a moment.

Their company, in some twisted way, felt comforting. I wouldn’t have known them if it weren’t for Sukuna, and I couldn’t help but think about how different things could’ve been. If things hadn’t gotten so messy between us, if he hadn’t shut me out, maybe I’d be here with him instead of with his friends.

But life didn’t work like that, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted it to. Sukuna had his demons, and maybe, just maybe, I couldn’t save him from them. I couldn’t fix everything, no matter how much I wanted to. But for now, I could find some comfort in the chaos around me.

Megumi, now sitting across from me, gave me a rare, but genuine smile. "It’s good you’re here," he said quietly. "It’s good to see you laughing."

I nodded, feeling the smile tug at my lips, even though it didn’t reach my eyes. "Yeah, it feels nice."

The room fell into a comfortable silence as we all dug into the pizza, the tension from earlier slowly dissolving. For the first time in days, I didn’t feel so completely lost. Maybe I couldn’t fix everything, but maybe, for now, this was enough. Just being here.

I sat back on the couch, watching Yuuji, Choso, and Megumi argue about their final match in the new Mortal Kombat game. I had to admit, I was better than I thought at it. Every move I made seemed to click, and I could tell it was pissing off Yuuji. He wasn’t used to losing.

Eventually, the boys started groaning, claiming they were too tired or had school the next day. They headed off to bed, leaving me and Toji alone in the living room. The silence between us wasn’t uncomfortable, but it wasn’t easy, either. There was this unspoken understanding that things between me and Sukuna weren’t right anymore, and I was trying to figure out what came next.

Toji sat on the armrest of the couch, watching me closely. "You good?" he asked casually, his tone a little softer than usual.

I nodded, but the heaviness of everything still hung over me. "Yeah, just tired, I guess."

"Want something to drink?" He didn’t wait for my answer and got up, heading to the kitchen. I followed his movements with my eyes, the quiet between us stretching out longer than it probably should have. I should’ve gone to bed, too, but something kept me there.

Toji came back with two beers, tossing me one before sitting back down. He cracked his open, glancing at me. "You’ve been through a lot lately," he said, his voice steady, not forcing me to talk but acknowledging it.

I took a long sip from the bottle, not looking at him. "Yeah, and it feels like it’s never going to stop."

He exhaled through his nose, leaning back against the couch, his eyes scanning the room. "Life has a way of throwing things at you, even when you’re not looking for them."

There was a beat of silence, and I could feel the weight of his gaze on me. I didn’t know what he saw in me anymore—whether it was pity, sympathy, or something else entirely—but I didn’t want to deal with it. Not tonight.

"You know," Toji’s voice broke the quiet, "I’ve never been great at comforting people. But if you want to talk, I’m here."

I looked at him then, our eyes locking for a moment before I looked away, feeling my heart skip a beat. I wasn’t sure what was happening, but there was a tension in the air now. Maybe it was the alcohol or the long silence, but my mind was racing, trying to understand what it meant. Why was I still here, talking to Toji like everything was normal?

I swallowed hard, and before I could stop myself, I muttered, "I don’t know what I’m doing, Toji."

His gaze softened, and he placed his beer down, leaning closer to me. "You don’t have to have it figured out right now," he said, his voice low and calm. "You’re allowed to be lost."

I shifted uncomfortably, the closeness between us suddenly feeling too much and yet too little at the same time. My heart pounded, and I could feel the warmth of the alcohol spreading through me, making everything feel hazy.

"Maybe I don’t want to be lost anymore," I said quietly, the words slipping out before I could stop them.

Toji’s eyes searched mine, and for a long moment, the world around us seemed to fade. There were no expectations here, no pressure to be someone I wasn’t. Just him, and me, and a quiet understanding that neither of us could explain.

I leaned forward just slightly, just enough for our faces to be inches apart, and his breath hitched. He didn’t back away, though. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, as if waiting for me to make the next move. Maybe it was the exhaustion, or the hurt, or the need to feel something other than emptiness, but I leaned in.

Toji met me halfway, his lips brushing mine gently at first, almost as if testing the waters. But it didn’t take long before the kiss deepened, a rush of heat flooding through me. His hand moved to the back of my neck, pulling me closer, and I responded without thinking, my body reacting before my mind had time to process what was happening.

It wasn’t anything planned, and it definitely wasn’t the resolution I’d been looking for. But in that moment, with everything feeling like it was falling apart, it felt right. Just for tonight, I could forget about the mess I was in and just feel something else.

When we finally pulled away, I couldn’t help but feel both empty and full at the same time, as if something had shifted, but I wasn’t sure what. Toji didn’t say anything, his hand resting lightly on my waist. The room felt heavier now, and the silence between us seemed to stretch longer, both of us unsure of what to do next.

I wanted to pull away, to say something, but for the first time in a while, I didn’t feel the need to explain myself.

But he’s Sukuna’s best friend.

"I didn’t expect that," Toji muttered, his voice low and rough, as if he, too, wasn’t sure what was happening.

Neither did I, but maybe I didn’t need to expect anything. Not tonight.

The second kiss was different from the first. It was deeper, more urgent, like we were both trying to fill a space that had been left wide open for too long. There was no hesitation this time, no second-guessing. I felt his hand slide up my back, pulling me closer, and I responded, my body pressing into his as if it was exactly where I was supposed to be.

It felt wrong and right at the same time, like a desperate need to forget everything that had been weighing on me. I wanted to shut my mind off, to not think about Sukuna, about the mess I had made, about the consequences of everything that had happened up until this point. For just this moment, I wanted to let go.

Toji’s lips were rough, but they were also gentle in their own way. His hands were sure as they roamed down my back, settling at my waist, guiding me onto his lap. I didn’t stop him. I couldn’t stop him. And in a way, I didn’t want to.

I pulled away just enough to look into his eyes, breathless, trying to gather my thoughts. But I couldn’t make sense of anything anymore. Everything felt like a blur, and maybe that was exactly what I needed.

"Are you sure about this?" Toji’s voice was low, but there was an intensity in it that made me pause. He wasn’t asking in a way that felt like concern—it was more like he was giving me an out, making sure I wasn’t just acting out of impulse.

I didn’t answer him right away. Instead, I leaned in and kissed him again, slowly this time, letting the moment sink in. Whatever had been between us, whatever we were doing now, it didn’t feel like a mistake at that moment. It felt like exactly what I needed.

When we pulled away again, there was a weight between us, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was something unspoken, something that neither of us had to address right away.

“I’m not going to ask you what this means,” Toji said, his fingers tracing lightly over my skin. “But whatever it is, we can just let it be for now.”

I nodded, unable to put into words what was swirling in my head. Maybe I didn’t need to. Maybe I just needed to exist in this moment, in this space, where everything else could fade away for a little while.

Toji’s hand hovered beneath my shirt, the heat of his palm making me feel a little breathless. He looked at me with that same smirk, as if he knew exactly what was going through my mind, as if he could read every thought and desire I had.

"Are you sure about this?" His voice was more teasing now, his fingers lightly brushing the skin of my stomach, sending a shiver through me.

I nodded, but it was more out of instinct than clarity. I wasn’t sure about anything anymore, not really. But right now, in this moment, I didn’t want to think. I just wanted to feel something, anything other than the storm of emotions that had been swirling inside me for so long.

Toji leaned in again, this time kissing me slowly, deeply, his hand sliding further up my back, pulling me even closer to him. My breath hitched as I responded, my hands finding their way to his chest, gripping the fabric of his shirt like I needed something to hold onto. It felt almost like an escape—an escape from everything I had been running from.

His smirk faded, replaced by something darker, more focused as he pulled me down onto his lap. The tension in his body was palpable, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It felt like a strange kind of release for both of us.

“You’re sure, huh?” Toji asked again, his tone almost playful, but I could hear the edge in it now. He wasn’t pushing, but he wasn’t holding back either. He was waiting for me, giving me the space to stop him if I wanted to, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

I kissed him again, this time with more urgency, my fingers tugging at his shirt as I pressed myself against him. No words, no hesitations, just the rush of wanting something, anything, that made me feel alive for once.

Toji’s hand finally slid under my shirt, his touch warm against my skin. He didn’t pull away this time. Instead, he continued to trace his fingers along my side, sending shivers through me.

For the first time in a long time, I didn’t feel the weight of my past, the guilt, the mess I had made. All that mattered right now was the feeling of his touch, the heat of his body against mine. It was as if, in this moment, everything else had disappeared.

And for once, I allowed myself to forget.

Toji picked me up bodily and carried me to his room, dropping me onto his bed. “Are you sure about this YN

He hovered over me, his body caging me in, his eyes burning into mine with an intensity I hadn't seen in far too long. The air between us was thick with tension. He was giving me one last out, one final chance to back out before things went too far. But I couldn't. I was too far gone, too desperate for his touch, his affection, his love.

"Yes," I breathed out, reaching up to wrap my arms around his neck. "I'm sure, Toji. I need this. I need you." My voice was barely above a whisper, but it carried all the weight of the longing and desperation I felt.

His eyes flashed with something primal at my words, his grip on my hips tightening. He lowered his head slowly, giving me a chance to turn away, before capturing my lips in a searing kiss. It was different from the others, harder, more demanding. He was no longer holding back, pouring all his pent-up desire and frustration into the movement of his lips against mine.

His hand slid under my shirt again, but this time, he didn't stop at my side. He moved upwards, cupping the soft swell of my breast, his thumb brushing against the sensitive peak. I gasped into his mouth, arching my back to press myself further into his touch. My body was already responding, my nipples hardening, my core clenching with need.

He broke the kiss suddenly, his breathing heavy as he looked down at me. "You're mine, YN," he growled out, his voice rough and low. "No one else can have you. Only if it’s for tonight." His hand tightened on my breast, his grip almost painful, staking his claim on my body and my heart.

He kissed his way down my body sliding off my pants and my underwear in one go his eyes widen

"Fuck, Sukuna had all this to himself," he murmured, his voice low and rough with want. His eyes raked over my exposed flesh, taking in every dip and curve, committing it to memory. "Such a fucking waste, all this was wasted on him."

He settled between my thighs, his broad shoulders pushing them further apart, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. He leaned in, his breath ghosting over my slick folds, making me shiver and clench with anticipation.

"You smell fucking delicious, YN," he growled, his nose pressing against my clothed slit, inhaling deeply. "Sweet, and ripe, and ready."

He looked up at me then, his eyes glinting with a feral light, his canines bared in a dominant smirk. "I'm going to devour this pretty pussy until you're screaming my name, until the whole fucking neighborhood knows who’s fuckin you right now."

I was already so wet and his words made me even more soaked, my juices dripping down onto the sheets below. He hadn't even touched me yet, and I was already aching, already craven with the need to be filled by him.

"Please, toji..." I whimpered

Toji flicked his long, dexterous tongue against my sensitive clit, the sudden stimulation making me jolt and gasp. Before I could catch my breath, he suckled the throbbing bud hard, drawing it into his mouth as he lapped it with his tongue. The intense pleasure bordering on pain made me cry out.

"Fuck!" I screamed, my back arching off the bed, my fingers fisting in his short hair. Electric shocks of bliss raced up my spine, my thighs clamping around his head as I ground myself against his face, desperate for more of that exquisite torture.

He growled against my sex, the vibrations only amplifying the sensations crashing through me. He released my clit with a wet pop, only to immediately delve his tongue deep into my sopping pussy. He fucked into me with the slick muscle, his tongue curling and stroking my inner walls, tasting my essence, my arousal.

"Toji, fuck!" I panted, my hips rolling and gyrating against his tongue. My juices flooded his mouth.. I could feel every inch of his tongue, every flick and thrust, as if he was claiming me for himself..

He licked and sucked and fucked into me until I was a writhing, mewling mess. Until I could feel my climax building, the way he was sucking and licking on me was driving me crazy.but I still couldn’t get Sukuna out of my head.

Toji dropped one of my legs back onto the bed and slipped two fingers deep inside me plunging it deep and curling it upwards to stroke that sensitive spot that made me see stars.

At the same time, he sucked hard on my clit, his lips sealing around the throbbing bud as he lapped it with his tongue in a slow, deliberate rhythm that was making feel fuckin’ crazed.

"Oh god, Toji!" I screamed, my back bowing off the bed as pleasure exploded behind my eyelids. My inner walls clenched tight around his invading finger, gripping it like a vice as my orgasm crashed over me in waves of pure ecstasy.

He pumped his finger in and out of me in time with the suction on my clit, fucking me hard and fast through my climax. He sucked and fingered me through my climax right into another one.

How is this soo good

He growled against my clit, the heat of his breath made me fuckin shake. He was licking and sucking my clit while my first orgasm ran down his hand, his finger never pausing in its relentless thrusts and curls. He was determined to wring every last drop of pleasure from my body, to make me fall apart completely again.

As the waves of bliss slowly ebbed, I collapsed back onto the bed, my chest heaving. But he showed no signs of stopping, his finger still buried deep inside me, his tongue still stroking and sucking my sensitive clit. I could only whimper and writhe beneath him, my body overstimulated and overwhelmed.

“Toji fuck stop…”

He looked up at me from between my thighs and smirked showing his white teeth and canines. It made him look animalistic

With quick movements Toji practically ripped my top and bra off my body, baring my heaving breasts to his hungry gaze. At the same time, I scrambled to divest him of his clothing, my fingers fumbling with the waistband of his sweats and the hem of his white vest. I needed to feel his skin on mine, needed to see all of him.

As the last of our clothing fell away, my eyes widened in awe as his massive cock sprang free.

He was huge. Not bigger than Sukuna but HUGE!

The thick shaft pulsing and twitching with his heartbeat. The broad head was already weeping with pre-cum, the musky scent of his arousal filling the air and making my mouth water.

He loomed over me, his broad shoulders blocking out the light as he positioned himself between my spread thighs. The heat of his body seeped into my skin, the hard length of his cock pressing against my slick, swollen folds. He braced one hand by my head, the other gripping my hip, holding me in place as he lined himself up with my entrance.

"Last chance to back out, YN," he said, his voice low and rough with barely restrained desire. His eyes bored into mine, searching for any sign of hesitation or doubt. "Tell me now if you don't want this, if you don't want me to fill you up, to fuck you."

I could only stare up at him, my heart pounding in my chest, my breath coming in short, sharp pants. There was no doubt, no hesitation, only a desperate, all-consuming need. I reached down to spread my legs even wider, opening myself completely to him, inviting him to take me.

*"Please, toji,"

At my breathless plea, toji let out a low, guttural groan, his eyes flashing with primal hunger. He couldn't hold back any longer. With a swift, forceful thrust of his hips, he pushed forward, the thick head of his massive cock stretching my entrance and plunging deep inside me.

"Fuck, YN!" he swore through gritted teeth, his face contorting with the intense sensation of my walls gripping him like a vice. "So fucking tight, so goddamn perfect..." He paused for a moment, allowing me to adjust to his size, feeling me flutter and clench around him.

The stretch was intense, bordering on painful as he filled and stretched me out. It felt like he was everywhere, his hard heat pulsing and throbbing against my sensitive walls, reaching so deep. I could feel every ridge, every vein on his thick shaft as it sank deeper and deeper into my core.

He began to move then, his hips rolling and rocking as he worked more and more of his impressive length inside me. Each thrust pushed him a little bit deeper, a little bit harder, until he was fully sheathed inside my body, his heavy balls pressed flush against my ass.

"Fuck, I can't believe this…Fuck!," he panted, his hips starting to move faster, his thrusts growing more powerful. "Without feeling this perfect cunt squeezing my cock, milking it for all its worth.YN. No one else will ever make you feel this good."

I could feel my body responding to his intense, dominant fucking with a fervor I had almost forgotten. With each powerful thrust of his hips, each deep stroke of his thick cock plunging into my core, I could feel myself growing wetter, my arousal coating his shaft and dripping down my legs I can hear the sounds the squelches.

As he fucked into me, the thought flashed through my mind - when was the last time Sukuna and I had made love or even fucked like this? When was the last time I had felt so desired, so consumed with lust and passion? It had been so long, far too long, that I could barely remember. But in this moment, with Toji claiming me, taking me, fucking me with wild abandon, all those lonely months and years melted away.

"Fuck, you're so wet for me," Toji growled, his voice rough and heavy with desire. He could feel my juices flooding his cock, making each thrust slick and smooth and perfect. "I can feel you dripping on my cock, YN. You're fucking drenched. Tell me, when was the last time Sukuna fucked you like this? When was the last time this greedy little pussy was filled and stretched and satisfied?"

He punctuated his question with a particularly hard, deep thrust that made me cry out, back arching off the bed. His hand slid down to press against my lower belly, and I could feel the shape of his cock, so large and hard and perfect, stretching me from the inside.

Toji suddenly slowed his frenzied pace. He pulled back until only the tip of his cock remained inside me, then plunged back in with a deep, deliberate thrust that hit my sweet spot dead on. He set a tortuous rhythm, bringing me to the very brink of climax only to pull back, leaving me feeling crazed.

"Fuck, you're right there, aren't you?" he growled, his voice a low, wicked rumble in his chest. He could feel my body twitching and shaking beneath him, could see my eyes rolling back in bliss as he teased my pussy with hi cock, pushing me to the limits of what I could take. "Gonna fucking come on my cock like a good girl YN. the good girl I know you are?"

I could only whimper and moan in response, my hands fisting in his hair, trying to pull him closer, trying to force him to give me what I needed. But he was too strong, too in control. He set the pace, determined to make me fall apart slowly, savoring every second of my desperation.

"Please..." I gasped out, my voice ragged and broken. "Please, Toji, I need...I need..." I couldn't even form a coherent sentence, too far gone to fucked out. I had never felt so empty, so aching, so fucking desperate to be filled and satisfied.

"Shhhh, patience, YN," he whispered, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear. "I know what you need. I'm going to give it to you. I'm going to make you come so fucking hard, you'll forget your own name.

With a sudden, rough movement, Toji pulled out of me completely, leaving me feeling empty and aching. He flipped me over onto my hands and knees pulling my hips up, my ass in the air and my face pressed into the mattress. He gripped my hips hard, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he positioned himself behind me.

"Fuck, this view," he growled, his eyes locked onto my ass, my dripping pussy, my body presented and offered to him like a gift. "This perfect fucking view of you, spread open for me, it’s its" he slapped my ass hard, he notched the thick head of his cock against my entrance and thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt in one hard, deep stroke.

“TOJI TOJI! Ouuu. hngh.”

He stretched me impossibly wide, my back arching as I pushed my hips back to meet his thrust. He set a brutal pace, pounding into me with forceful, powerful strokes

“You like taking this dick, don’t you.”

Every time he surged forward, he pulled my hips back to meet his thrust, taking me harder and deeper and faster with almost every other stroke The bed shook and creaked,the headboard slamming against the wall as he fucked into me.

But Sukuna was plaguing my mind AS ALWAYS!

"Toji!" I shrieked, my voice echoing off the walls, my fingers clawing at the sheets as I surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure. "Fuck, yes, just like that! Don't stop, please don't fucking stop!"

'Take this fucking dick, YN,' Toji growled, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own release. 'Gonna fill this tight little cunt, make you fucking overflow with my seed.' He punctuated his words with a particularly hard, deep thrust that made me see stars.

I could feel myself creaming on his cock, my juices gushing out and around his pistoning cock, making obscenely wet sounds as he fucked into my dripping hole. The sensation of my arousal flooding out of me only seemed to spur him on, to make him fuck into me even harder and faster.

Suddenly, he flipped me back onto my back, pushing my legs up and back towards my head in a moment of surprising flexibility. I was completely exposed, completely at his mercy, held open and spread wide for his taking.

"Aww fuck, look at you," he groaned, his eyes darkening with lust as he drank in the sight of my glistening folds, swollen and stretched around his thick cock. 'Gonna make this dirty little pussy squirt, gonna fucking drown you in pleasure until you can't take anymore.'

He shifted the angle of his hips slightly, and with each powerful thrust, he grinded against a spot deep inside me that made me scream and convulse beneath him. I could feel my climax building again, even more intense than before, my body coiling tighter and tighter as he brought me closer to the edge.

I could only scream and moan incoherently as Toji relentlessly pounded into me, his thick cock striking that perfect spot inside me with every thrust. My body was no longer my own. I was feeling consumed by him.

He’s Sukuna’s best friend what are you doing YN

"Toji! Oh fuck, yes, just like that!" I practically howled, my voice raw and broken with ecstasy. "D-don't stop, please don't fucking stop! I'm...I'm so close, Toji! Gonna...gonna fucking squirt on your cock, fuck!"

True to his word, I could feel the pressure building to an unbearable level, my walls starting to flutter and clench around his pistoning length. With one final, brutal thrust and grind against that perfect spot deep inside, he sent me hurtling over the edge.

"AAAAHHHH, TOJI!" I screamed, my voice echoing off the walls as my orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave. My body convulsed and shook beneath him, my pussy clamping down on his cock like a vice as I came harder than I ever had in my life. I could feel my juices gushing out around him, my arousal splashing obscenely against my thighs and his balls, the sheets everywhere.

He didn't let up, fucking me through my orgasm sending me into another one. The sensation of my walls rippling and squeezing his cock only seemed to drive him wilder, his thrusts growing more erratic and forceful as he chased his own end.

As another orgasm crashed through me, Toji suddenly pushed my legs back even further, folding me nearly in half and lifting my hips and ass completely off the bed. He loomed over me, his muscular form casting a shadow as he fucked into my spasming, dripping cunt.

"Fuck, not wearing a condom," he grunted, his breath coming in harsh pants as he pounded me mercilessly through my climax. "Have to...fuck, have to pull out..." But even as he said it, I could feel him growing even harder inside me, his cock throbbing and pulsing as he neared the edge.

With a final, brutal thrust that buried him to the hilt inside my fluttering heat, he suddenly withdrew, his thick shaft slipping out of my clinging walls with a gush of our combined fluids. Before I could miss the loss, he leaned over me, his hips still poised above mine, and brought the swollen, weeping tip of his cock to my lips.

"Open," he commanded, his voice a low, dominant growl. "Fuck, YN, open your pretty little mouth. I'm gonna, fill you up until your mouth is full and fucking dripping with my cum."

My skin flushed and glistened with sweat. As he brought the tip of his throbbing cock to my mouth, I wrapped my lips around his shaft, my tongue flicking out to lap up the salty-sweet beads of pre-cum that leaked from his slit.

"Fuck yes, take every drop like a good little slut," Toji groaned, his voice strained as he began to thrust shallowly into my mouth, his cock kissing the back of my throat with each pump of his hips. "Gonna feed you everything, fill up this greedy mouth"

He grunted and shuddered, his grip on my thighs tightening as he fucked into my mouth with increasing urgency. I could feel the telltale throbbing and twitching of his shaft, knowing he was on the very brink of his release. His heavy balls, drawn up tight against his body, churned and pulsed as he chased his pleasure.

Then, with one final, hard thrust, he buried himself deep in my throat and let out a roar of ecstasy. Hot, thick streams of his seed erupted from his cock, flooding my mouth and coating my tongue with his essence. Jet after jet of his cum pumped in long, pulsing ropes as he fucked my throat

“Wanna go again” Toji said

I took a deep breath “Why not?”

The next morning, I woke up in Toji's bed half my body draped over his. I checked the time. I'm running late for class.

I tried to move and Toji pulled me back close asking "You good yn"

I froze for a moment, my heart skipping a beat as Toji’s voice rumbled through the space between us. His arm was wrapped around me, pulling me closer, not letting me get up. I could feel the warmth of his chest pressed against my back, the weight of his body like a reassuring anchor in the chaos of my mind.

"Good?" I repeated the word in my head, as if to make sure I understood it right. What did that even mean? Was I good? Was I okay? I couldn’t help but wonder if I was supposed to be feeling differently about this. About last night.

I sighed softly and glanced over at the clock. Damn, I was late. My classes weren’t going to wait for me, and I had to face the world outside of this moment.

But Toji’s grip tightened slightly, pulling me back to him. "You good, Y/N?" he repeated, his voice softer now, almost like he was waiting for something.

I shifted slightly, trying to ease out of his embrace, but he didn’t let go. I could feel his steady breath against my neck, his presence grounding me even as my mind raced.

"Yeah," I finally murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. "I’m fine."

But the truth was, I wasn’t sure. I wasn’t sure if "fine" was the right word to describe how I felt at that moment. My heart was heavy, tangled up in a mess of emotions. I knew what I’d done, and I knew I couldn’t take it back, but the lingering feeling of last night made it hard to decipher what I really wanted.

Toji kissed my neck lightly, the warmth of his lips sending a jolt of electricity through me. "You sure? You don’t seem like it," he said, his tone teasing but with a hint of concern.

I nodded, trying to shake the fog in my head. "I’m sure. Just… running late." I sat up slowly, carefully extricating myself from his embrace.

Toji didn’t stop me, but he watched me with those sharp eyes of his, his lips curled into a smirk. "If you say so," he muttered. "But if you ever need to talk... you know where to find me."

I felt a strange mix of relief and confusion flood through me. Was he being serious? Or was he just saying what he always said?

I grabbed my things quickly, trying not to linger too long in the room. I didn’t want to face the reality of what happened, but I knew I had to. Life didn’t stop just because I made a mistake, or maybe it wasn’t even a mistake. I didn’t know what it was. I didn’t know anything anymore.

"Thanks, Toji," I said quickly, my voice faltering just slightly before I turned to leave. But before I could step out, I paused, glancing back at him.

"Yeah, you’re right. I’ll see you around."

And with that, I left, the door clicking shut behind me, leaving a strange emptiness in its wake.

Toji's pov.

I rubbed my face, still trying to process what had just happened, but Megumi’s sudden presence in the hallway snapped me out of my thoughts. He was standing there, looking like he was about to lecture me or something. Of course, that’s exactly what he’d do. Megumi had this way of staring at you like he knew every damn thing going on inside your head. It wasn’t annoying — it was just… Megumi.

I raised an eyebrow. "What’s your problem?" I asked, crossing my arms and leaning against the doorframe. I didn’t have time for his bullshit today, but I knew I’d get an earful whether I wanted it or not.

He just stared at me for a few seconds, a deep frown on his face like he was considering something important. Finally, he spoke, and when he did, the words were blunt, as always.

"Are you sure you wanna be fooling around with Y/N? You know Sukuna is a crash out," Megumi said, his voice low but serious.

I blinked.

I wasn’t expecting that. Megumi didn’t usually give two shits about what I did with my life. Hell, he barely said anything about what anyone else was doing. But this? This was different. It was like he actually cared for once. I scoffed, shaking my head before I let out a full belly laugh.

"Sukuna?" I repeated, laughing harder now. "Sukuna is a wreck, but what the hell does that have to do with me and Y/N?"

I couldn’t help it. The situation seemed almost laughable to me. Megumi didn’t know half of what was going on with me, with Y/N, or with Sukuna. Hell, the guy had no idea about half of what was happening around here. But sure, let’s throw him into the mix, right? I was already feeling like an idiot, and now this?

"Listen," I said after catching my breath, straightening up and wiping a tear from my eye, "I’m not trying to fuck around with Y/N just to piss off Sukuna or anyone else. If anything, I know that guy better than you do, and trust me, he’s not gonna give a damn what I do. He doesn’t own her, and he sure as hell doesn’t control me. I don’t know what you’re getting at, but that’s not what this is."

Megumi didn’t budge, his gaze still intense as if he was studying me, like he was trying to figure out if I was lying or telling the truth. Maybe a little bit of both.

"I don’t think you get it, Toji," he said, his voice quieter now. "This isn’t about control. It’s about what happens when Sukuna finds out. You know what he’s like. He’ll snap if he finds out you and Y/N… are involved."

I paused, the weight of his words sinking in for a second. He was right about one thing — Sukuna was a ticking time bomb. I’d seen him go off before. And Y/N… She didn’t deserve that. Not again.

But that didn’t mean I was gonna back off. I’d made my choice, and I wasn’t about to turn around just because Megumi thought it was a bad idea.

"Yeah, I know," I muttered, "but I’ve seen him do worse. It’s not gonna stop me. If I want something, I’ll take it."

I could see the disappointment in Megumi’s eyes, the way he looked at me like I was making a huge mistake. But I didn’t care. I was too far in now. And if it meant I had to deal with Sukuna’s wrath to have what I wanted, then so be it.

I shrugged, pushing past Megumi to head downstairs. "Tell Yuuji to get his ass up and go to school," I called back, trying to lighten the mood a bit. "And Megumi…"

He turned his head toward me, waiting.

"I don’t know what you think you know, but I got this. Just… let it go."

I heard him sigh, but he didn’t argue. He knew, deep down, that I wasn’t going to change my mind. So I went on about my day, the lingering thought of Y/N still fresh in my mind as I went about the motions. I had no idea where this was going, but one thing was certain — I wasn’t backing down

Megumi stopped and turned to me. "You're the guy's best friend....so you know all about his life. I only know what Yuuji tells me. but isn't he like in some psych ward or sum shit. I mean this aint my business but you both have been friends for as long as i've known myself. don't be dumb man..."

I stopped in my tracks as Megumi’s words hit me harder than I expected. He wasn’t wrong about one thing — Sukuna and I had been through it all together. We were tied by more than just blood; we had history, things that made our friendship deeper than just some casual bond. Megumi, though, didn’t know all the shit we’d been through. He wasn’t there for the stuff we used to get up to, for the nights we spent in reckless abandon, or the times we stood by each other when no one else would.

But this… this was different.

“Yeah, I know,” I said, my voice quieter now, trying to brush off the sharpness in his tone. I ran a hand through my hair, feeling the weight of his words.

Megumi’s gaze didn’t soften. He stepped closer, looking me dead in the eyes. "Look, I know you’re trying to do the right thing in your own messed-up way. But you’re not just dealing with Y/N here. You’re messing with Sukuna’s head too. You’re not the only one who’s fucked up by all this. He’s in the psych ward, and you’re here with her. This ain’t just about you and her, Toji. This is about how it’s gonna affect everyone around you — including you. Do you really want to deal with the fallout from all this when it blows up in your face?"

I could feel the shift in the air. Megumi wasn’t saying this to get in my face or cause drama. He was genuinely trying to get through to me. It made me pause for a second, but only for a second.

“Don’t worry about me, Megumi,” I said, shrugging it off. “I know exactly what I’m doing. And as for Sukuna… I’ll deal with him when the time comes. But I’m not gonna let him dictate my choices, or Y/N’s for that matter.”

I could see the frustration in his eyes, but he didn’t push any further. Instead, he just shook his head and muttered, “You’ll regret it. You always do.”

I let out a soft breath, turning away from him and heading toward the stairs. I didn’t need to hear that. I’d heard enough regret in my life to last me a lifetime. Right now, it was about making my own decisions — consequences be damned.

But even as I left Megumi standing there, I couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, he was right.

Megumi rolled his eyes then strolled downstairs. I sorted out myself for the day, checked my phone. Today was one of those long ass days. Studying for Mechanical Engineering was a nuisance especially having classes cross with Geto and Satoru.

I head downstairs to see Choso still here and Geto and Gojo. I rolled my eyes asking who let these two in and Choso aren't you supposed to be in class today. “Na.” he murmured “I have a late class today so i'm leaving in a few to pick up an extra shift at the tattoo shop.”

I raised an eyebrow at Choso's response. "Always the busy one, huh?" I joked, grabbing a cup of coffee to fuel my day. The last thing I needed was more students in my house, especially when it was just another reminder of how fucked up everything was.

Geto and Gojo were lounging on the couch, as usual, their presence filling the room with that mix of smugness and casual indifference. It was honestly impressive how easily they acted like they were in control of every situation, even when they weren’t.

"You’re gonna let those two just barge in here?" I grumbled, nodding toward Geto and Gojo. "Aren’t we supposed to have some boundaries around here, or am I just imagining things?"

Gojo smirked without even looking up from his phone. "Boundaries are for people who actually care," he said flippantly, like he hadn’t just walked through the front door unannounced. "Besides, we brought coffee. That should count for something."

I shot him a look. "Yeah, ‘cause that totally makes up for you and Geto acting like you own the place."

Geto chuckled, leaning back with his arms crossed. "You know we don’t need permission, Toji. You love us being here, even when you don’t admit it."

I shot him a side-eye, not bothering to argue because honestly, I did love having them around, even if their presence made everything feel more chaotic than it already was. We’d been friends too long for me to pretend like they weren’t family at this point.

"Whatever," I muttered, sipping my coffee. "I’m just tryna survive today. Mechanical Engineering is a nightmare and I’m already tired of hearing about your plans to ‘fix’ whatever mess you two are getting into next."

Geto laughed again, giving me that same teasing grin. "Mess? No mess here, Toji. Just plans, big ones. You should join us for the ride. Might get you out of your little rut."

I shot him a look. "Yeah, and end up in more trouble than I’m already in. No thanks."

Choso shook his head, clearly tuning out our usual banter, his eyes fixed on the clock. "Anyway, I gotta head out soon. Work calls. You guys do your thing."

"Yeah, yeah," I muttered, giving Choso a lazy wave as he grabbed his bag. He was always hustling, trying to balance school and work. I could respect that.

As Choso heads back inside the house to finish sorting himself out he left just the three of us in the living room. I let out a long sigh, rubbing my face with my hand. It felt like the walls were closing in, a constant reminder that everything was still off, that nothing would be the same. Not with Y/N and Sukuna's situation hanging over me like a cloud.

"So, what's next, Toji?" Gojo asked, his tone light but with a hint of something else underneath. Like he could sense I wasn’t in the mood to talk, but wasn’t gonna let it slide.

I glanced at him, then at Geto. "Next? I don’t know. Maybe try not to burn everything down for once."

Geto shrugged. "I mean, burning shit down is kinda our thing, but fine, we'll let you take the lead today."

Gojo didn’t miss a beat, leaning forward with his usual mischievous smirk. "Come on, Toji, don’t leave me hanging. Was that Y/N’s car? I could’ve sworn I saw her leaving this morning."

I took a long drag from my cigarette, trying to stall. "Maybe," I muttered, not giving him the satisfaction of a full answer.

Geto, who usually wasn’t one to get involved in Gojo’s games, raised an eyebrow. "You know you’re not gonna get out of this one, right?"

I didn’t respond right away. Instead, I exhaled the smoke, letting it hang in the air for a second before finally speaking. "Yeah, it was her. She came by last night."

Gojo leaned back in his chair, looking like he knew more than he was letting on. "I was wondering.She seemed…Please tell me you didn’t Toji"

I tensed, flicking the ash from my cigarette. "What the hell are you talking about?"

Gojo shrugged, looking entirely too calm. "I mean, it’s obvious. She’s been not doing so well and you’re also Sukuna’s best friend or whatever... She’s been more open with you too."

I glared at him, feeling the heat rise in my chest. "Drop it, Gojo."

He held up his hands, a smirk still playing on his lips. "Alright, alright. I was just asking. But I’m not blind. Something’s up."

I didn’t know if it was the weight of everything going on with Sukuna or the lingering feelings I had for Y/N that I was trying to ignore, but I wasn’t in the mood for Gojo’s probing questions. Not now. Not when I couldn’t even figure out what the hell I was doing anymore.

"Anyway," I said, flicking the cigarette to the ground and stomping it out, "I’ve got stuff to handle today. Don’t need you guys breathing down my neck about Y/N."

Geto raised his hands in mock surrender. "Fine. Fine. We’ll let you be. But just know, we’re here if you wanna talk."

I grunted in response, grabbing my jacket as I stood up. "I’m good. I don’t need anyone’s help right now."

As I walked toward the door, I could feel their eyes on me, but I didn’t look back. Whatever was going on with Y/N—whatever I was getting myself tangled in—it wasn’t their problem. It was mine. And I was gonna deal with it... my way.

Geto reached out, his hand stopping me mid-step. “Sit down for a sec. We all gotta talk,” he said, his tone firm.

I sighed, checking the time. I had a few minutes to spare. Tossing Choso my keys, I said, “Take Yuuji and Megs to school, then head to your job.”

Choso raised an eyebrow, glancing around the room before shrugging. “Alright.” He grabbed Yuuji by the ear, ignoring his loud, pointless laughter, and dragged him out. The door slammed shut behind them, leaving the rest of us in tense silence.

Geto lit up a joint, the sharp scent filling the room. I frowned. “It’s a bit early for that, don’t you think?”

He laughed, blowing out a slow stream of smoke. “So, you know we’re gonna have to tell Sukuna about this, right?”

I stiffened, my jaw tightening.

“I mean,” Geto continued, his voice casual but pointed, “in his own fucked-up way, he loves Y/N.”

I sighed, leaning back in my chair. “Not as much as he loves drugs.”

Gojo, leaning lazily against the wall, straightened up. “That’s low, man. Even for you,” he said, giving me a pointed look. Then, with a shrug, he added, “But I digress. I don’t wanna be all up in you guys’ business, but you really fucked Y/N?.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I shot back, my tone sharp.

Gojo pulled out his phone, his grin infuriating. “Oh, you don’t?” He snapped a quick picture and turned the screen toward me. My stomach sank as I stared at the image—my neck, littered with hickeys, evidence I couldn’t deny.

“You’re his best friend, man,” Gojo said, his voice softer now but no less serious. “He’s gonna feel betrayed.”

I stared at the hickies on my neck, my stomach twisting into knots. I hadn’t realized I had marked myself so obviously. It was a stupid mistake, one that now seemed glaringly stupid with Gojo throwing it in my face.

I clenched my fists, trying to keep my cool. “It’s not like that,” I muttered, though I wasn’t sure if I believed it myself.

Geto exhaled a puff of smoke, watching me closely. "You know this isn’t something you can sweep under the rug, right? It’s gonna hit Sukuna hard. And Y/N... She’s not as unaffected as you think. You both fucked up, but it’s not just about the two of you. It's about what it means for everyone around."

I didn't say anything at first. The tension was thick, and I could practically feel the weight of their gazes on me. My mind was already running a mile a minute, trying to figure out how I was gonna get out of this mess I’d made.

“I didn’t mean for it to happen,” I said quietly, rubbing the back of my neck, the guilt creeping in. "It’s just... I don’t know anymore. I just needed to feel something that didn’t hurt."

Gojo raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. "Does Y/N know that? Or are you just using her to fill a void? ‘Cause from what I can see, she’s not a damn placeholder, Toji. You might wanna be real with her before things get worse."

Geto nodded in agreement. "You know we’re not gonna let you off the hook. You might not care, but Y/N’s not the one who should be caught in the crossfire of your mess."

I ran a hand through my hair, looking out the window for a moment. I could hear the distant sounds of traffic, but it was almost like they were fading into the background. "I fucked up. I know that. But I’m not gonna drag her down with me. I’m not. I just—shit, I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. I’m not gonna be the one to break her heart."

I felt a tightness in my chest, realizing just how tangled up I was in this whole situation. If I had stayed away from her, none of this would’ve happened. If I had just respected the boundaries we had before, I wouldn’t be sitting here now, caught between guilt and a mess of my own making.

"You better figure it out, Toji," Gojo said, his voice surprisingly serious. "Sukuna's not gonna take this lightly. You gotta make a choice. Either you fix this, or you make it worse."

I nodded, though it didn’t feel like enough. There was no easy fix here. There was no going back. But I couldn’t walk away, not from Y/N, not from any of this.

As I looked back at them, the weight of the conversation finally hitting me, I realized that the hardest part was just beginning.

I took the joint from Geto, inhaling deeply before letting the smoke swirl out of my mouth. The room was quiet for a bit, the tension thick but manageable. I sat there, trying not to think too hard, just letting the haze settle over me.

Gojo, who’d been staring off into space, suddenly perked up, his eyes widening. “Oh, fuck,” he muttered.

I frowned, annoyed already. “What’s your problem?”

He turned to me, dead serious. “Did you wrap it up?”

My stomach dropped. I blinked, my mind racing, and then it hit me. I hadn’t.

Gojo sighed, dragging a hand down his face like this was his problem to solve. “Didn’t she fuck Sukuna some weeks ago maybe more idk ?” he asked, his voice low, almost thoughtful.

I froze, staring at him as the implications of his words settled in.

Gojo shrugged, leaning back and taking the joint from my hand. “I doubt she’s… Anyway, Good luck, man.”

And then he laughed, a lazy, careless sound, before taking a long pull from the joint. Smoke curled from his lips as he glanced at me, his grin sharper than it had any right to be.

I froze for a moment, my heart skipping a beat. My mind raced as Gojo’s words hit me like a punch to the gut. Did you wrap it up? Fuck. No. I didn’t even think about it in the heat of the moment, and now I was spiraling, the reality of it all crashing down on me.

“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath, running a hand through my hair. "This just keeps getting worse."

Geto exhaled another cloud of smoke, eyeing me with a mix of sympathy and something close to amusement. "You’re really in the deep end now, huh?"

I didn’t answer him right away. My thoughts were still circling back to Gojo’s question. Y/N and Sukuna... that whole mess. I didn't know what she had been doing with him, but if she’d been with him so recently, what did that mean for us? Was this just some kind of rebound for her? Was I just a stopgap?

Gojo was grinning, clearly enjoying watching me unravel. “I’m not saying it’s all bad, man. But if she’s been with Sukuna—well, good luck to you. That guy’s a wrecking ball.”

"Shut up," I snapped, not really in the mood for Gojo’s careless commentary. "You think I don’t know that?"

But the damage was done. I could feel the pit in my stomach grow deeper. Y/N wasn’t just some girl I hooked up with. Hell, I hadn’t even planned for this, not at all. But what did it mean for her, for me, for Sukuna? I didn’t know anymore. There were so many layers of complication wrapped up in this.

I leaned back against the couch, staring at the ceiling for a few long moments, trying to steady my breathing. “I gotta talk to her. I gotta fix this,” I muttered more to myself than to anyone else.

“Good luck with that,” Gojo said, grinning like an asshole but still somehow offering an ounce of encouragement. “You’ve got a lot to work through, man. But hey, you’re good at dealing with messes, right?”

I didn’t answer him. I didn’t have anything to say to that.

Instead, I pushed myself off the couch, my mind already racing with how to approach this whole fucked-up situation. First, I had to figure out what Y/N really wanted—and what the hell I even wanted from all this. It wasn’t going to be easy, but I knew I didn’t have much of a choice anymore.

“Yeah,” I said, mostly to myself, trying to convince myself as much as anyone else. “I’ll figure it out.”

But deep down, I wasn’t so sure anymore.

Gojo continued "Are you really that dumb man. You know how Sukuna's feel about yn break up or not man.."

I clenched my jaw, trying not to let Gojo’s words get to me. But they did, more than I wanted to admit. You know how Sukuna feels about Y/N, break up or not...

I exhaled sharply, my thoughts colliding. The whole situation with Y/N, with Sukuna... it was more complicated than I had ever expected it to be. I could already feel the weight of it bearing down on me.

"I get it, okay?" I shot back, my voice low, but laced with frustration. "I know how Sukuna feels about her. Hell, I was there for some of that mess, wasn’t I?"

Gojo gave me a look, his usual smirk gone, replaced with a rare moment of seriousness. "Then you know better than anyone that this isn’t just some casual hookup, Toji. Sukuna’s not someone you mess with lightly. And he’s not exactly the forgiving type. You know how his mind works."

I ran a hand through my hair again, the tension in my shoulders building. "I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t want this to happen," I muttered, mostly to myself, though I knew Gojo could hear me.

"You don’t get it, do you?" Gojo leaned forward, tapping the side of his head. "It’s not about what you want or what you don't want. It’s about what’s happened. You messed with Y/N, knowing what kind of mess she’s been dealing with. And now you’ve gonna have Sukuna on your tail. That’s gonna be a whole lot of trouble."

I looked away, frustration bubbling up again. I didn’t need Gojo to remind me. It was like he was rubbing it in, as if I hadn’t been beating myself up over it already. But damn it, he was right. I knew exactly how Sukuna was when he got possessive. And right now, he wasn’t the one I had to worry about.

"It’s not just about Sukuna either," I muttered, more to myself than anyone else. "It’s about what the hell this means for Y/N. What does she want? Does she even want me, or is this some fucked-up rebound thing with me and her?"

Geto exhaled a long drag from the joint and gave me a look that said everything without words. "You think you’re the first one to get caught up in her chaos?" He raised an eyebrow, taking another hit. "Sukuna is definitely gonna be more messed up over her. You might want to think long and hard about what you're doing."

I didn’t have a response. The truth of the situation hit me harder than I wanted it to. Y/N had always been the kind of person who kept everyone on their toes. She’d been through enough, and maybe I was just another complication she didn’t need.

But now, after everything that had happened, I couldn’t help but feel like I was deeper than I’d ever intended to be. And whether I wanted it or not, things were about to get a hell of a lot messier.

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